Tortilla Flat. Sigh. I wish-- oh how I wish we'd lived there all four years and that I'd gotten to room with you long BEFORE I found my prince.
Halloween... of course.
Yes, me AND Rebecca were both expecting... and Sarah, when during your pregnant-sandwich people gave up subway seats and offered you free doughnuts, it had nothing to do with your tummy region at all, and everything to do with your gorgeous smile and hypnotically soothing alto voice. But that was funny wasn't it? Travel with two mamas, must be a mama.
Proved in several posts since, I've never been the same since my tart yogurt experience. Thanks for insisting on the Mochi. Yum.Pumpkin scone? Who says there's no meal between Breakfast and BRUNCH?I'm hoping that my convenience in getting us to the front of the ticket line (apparently since Angelina made pregnancy so cool, New York treats us like celebrities) outweighed my ball-and-chain effect as I was moving rather slow at this stage... and my quart-hourly (?? more than tri, I know that much) potty breaks.
Top of the MET where we ate what we managed to save of our Sprinkles Cupcake that we intended on eating atop the MET, but ate most of on the way as an old man shot us dirty looks and scolded us in the way of nutrition. Not sure if he was worried about the baby, or just our thighs.... so weird.